Intro:EF#mG#mF#mEF#mG#mF#mCrossroads, seem to come and go, yeahEF#mThe gypsy flies from coast to coastABmC#mDKnowing many, loving none,EF#mG#mABearing sorrow havin' fun,CBEF#mG#mF#mBut back home he'll always run to sweet melissa... mmm...Freight train, each car looks the same, all the sameAnd no one knows the gypsy's nameNo one hears his lonely sigh,There are no blankets where he liesIn all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with sweet melissa... mmm...EAgain the morning's come,DAgain he's on the run,ASunbeams shining through his hair,BAppearing not to have a careC#mABWell, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll onCrossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)Will you hide the dead man's ghost,Or will he lie, beneath the clay,Or will his spirit roll away?But I know that he won't stay without melissaYes I know that he won't stay without melissaOutro:EF#mG#mF#mx4